Deep peace as a blanket descends
  pulling night on the edges
With the song of the peepers
  resounding in the wood
Listening harder deeper
  for the familiar and rare call
Gentle on the wind, a thrill
  taking me back to childhood
On a deck, listening deeply
  taught by my father
How to listen and call to soul
  a talk in the night 
Comfort and balm to those 
  who stand to listen well
Covered in the gentle song of earth
  the rhythm within us all